Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

kiss me, but I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping him. His frustration was

to seduce him anymore.. Just

No wonder the Colemans had him in their

raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Turn those off, or nothing's going to

the document was that he hated being bossed around. With the clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed a boost too. "Who are you

feel his arousal pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch,"

fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips

grip on my chin was firm. I could feel his nails pressing into my

already under my spell. He'd tried to assert dominance by refusing to turn off

Windwood for you. A famous politician... but

I took his hand and caressed it gently, easing his tight grip on my chin before pointing to the two cameras I'd noticed

would you let someone else see me naked... screaming your name while

turned him on. He got up, grabbed his

hidden camera remained. Did he think

turned it off," he said, returning to his earlier position. "Shall we? It's the perfect time to

tugging slightly as I guided him to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It suits your name perfectly," he murmured, his voice strained with lust as

chuckle at his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me by the hair for

her scowling and throwing a

when his rough

wasn't wearing a bra beneath my dress, I felt every

was clawing its way out of my body. The pain was unbearable, forcing me to close my eyes and take deep